It was that glass bowl
You could look out at the world
But never really see it

It was that glass trap
You could be so aware
But so unaware at the same time

It was that glass window
You were trapped behind
Always only watching

It was that glass ceiling
That kept you where you are
And experience so little

It was that glass wall
That made sure you were separated
But how you yearned to be a part of it all

But the desires you had
Only managed to form cracks
Until a pair of outside eyes
Caught you in sight
Until a pair of hands
Tried to push against the glass
That caged you from the world

Your eyes were filled with wonder
And the stranger countered that feeling
Your hands were curious
How would it feel to touch another?

Stranger things have happened
Or so you've seen
And you hold on to the hope
That one day you'll be free